the eyes are still in pain..
i know i am making trouble out of nothing..

in fact there isn’t any other choice but to trust you..
and i manage to do it indeed..
but maybe i’m a troublesome girl..
maybe i’m sensitive..
it’s easy for me to care some particulars..
small as they are,however,i regard it seriously..

my childish brings about your anxious..
i feel guilty about it..
i hope what we need is just time,not others..